Water Mother

A flow of bronze, her fluid hair streamingfrom the well-head of her thoughts of water,fishes gliding on the waves she dreamsinto being rippling out to swimaround her open heart. Below, the spreadingdolphin-tail of her head is echoedlike an image swelling in a liquid mirroras she sits, eyes shut, one leg foldedbehind the other, her litheness broadeningto the delta where the ebb tides of her elementallife fall in ripples down to skirt her knees:the fountain's flume reflected in its pool.In her cradling hands a lunar glow,her pivot in the cosmic ebb and flow.